A note from a Monday several months before this Monday:
I’m a constant mover-around-the-place-er, a the-grass-is-greener-on-the-other-side-wanderer, an I-need-to-be-on-the-road-to-be-a-writer-er. But now I’m here, starring at the sky, searching for that oddly light-hearted feeling I get when I see an airplane’s metal body glide through the air. But this Monday is giving me drizzle and low clouds. At the construction site below my office window excavators move rubble from a dismantled building. I can settle for this, I think, as the small movement on the ground continue in the drizzle. It’s Monday morning; I can keep my demands in check, for today. Another constant mover-around-the-place-er, adjusting to this Monday’s fixed office chair reality.